Here is a selection of stuff people have sent me that you may like.If nothing else please read the poem "Do I Go Back Home Today?"

﻿Do I Go Back Home Today?When my family first bought me to live within their home.They cuddled and they pampered me and groomed with brush and comb.They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.I sure do love my family, and all the tiny girls and boys.The children loved to feed me; and give me special treats.They even let me sleep with them - all cosy in their sheets.I used to go for lovely walks, often several times a day.They even fought to hold my lead, I'm so very proud to say!These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.For now I'm in a shelter, bereft of family.They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.But I didn't know the difference between the old one and the new.The kids and I would grab a rag, and for hours we played tug.So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed that bedroom rug.They said that I had lost control and would have to live outside.I didn't really understand this, though I really, really tried!The walks they stopped one by one; they said they had no time.I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime.My life became so lonely shackled to a metal chain.I barked and barked continually 'til I thought I'd go insane.So they took me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.So they said I'd caused an allergy, then they said their last goodbye.If only I'd had training, as a tiny little pup.I wouldn't have been so hard to live with, when I was all grown up."You only have one day left", I heard the kennel man say.Does that mean I have a second chance?Do I go back home today?Unknown ﻿

Sorry this next one is so sad too but death is a fact of life, I hope this helps if, like me, your are mourning your last dog.

The Last Battle Then will you do what must be done, for this, the last battle, can't be won. You will be sad I understand, but don't let grief then, stay your hand.For on this day, more than the rest, your love and friendship must stand the test. We have had so many happy years, you wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they'll tend, only, please stay with me until the end.And hold me firm and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree, it is a kindness you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must be you, who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close, we two, these years.Don't let your heart hold any tears. -- Unknown

Please enjoy, these pictures were all sent to me, but if any offend or are copyright I will remove them.